#Poetember ... For the poets out there, this month we are introducing the brand new poetry challenge, ‘Poetember.’’ We are challenging you to write and share a poem every day throughout September!​Guidelines:

Write a poem every day in September.

You can write a poem about any topic you like, but we’ll provide optional prompts if you need them.

If you choose to share your work on social media, don’t forget to link and tag us in your post (details shown below) We might even feature your work on our blog!

Prompt #1 - Calm​Stormy Weather

Crow caws the alarm,Flapping ferociously.Gales grab at fancy flyers; End is nigh.

I saw her therein a room:livid lavender in the canistersmells all purple and lilac-ya plum petunia,Violet vavoomed a violent violashe, Violaceous Amethystine,a mauve orchid, andI, a hyacinth painted pansy magenta, crouched next to the Spider lightersitting on the floor, fallen

a note on method - I looked up the prompt word in the thesaurus and combine words based on sound; ‘spider lighter’ is a random pleasant sounding object that was part of my physical world at the time; gradually an image appeared in my mind, and a mood...

Violaceous Amethystine is a viola-playing beauty. The narrator is a mere common man, crouched low on the floor, watching his love perform.

Operation Library/Afternoon Adventure

There were distractions galoreSo I moved out the doorAnd down the streetI moved my feet.I heard a tweet,Louder than the others,A message just for me.So I seek out the strange staccato sound,Which is a little like laughter.Maybe they laugh at me, or with me.I’m giggling at the mad squirrelsAs they dash to and froAnd those chickadees are getting frisky.Spring is in the air,So many robins in the grass there.

Oh, right...Operation get me to the library...

Here, at the library, all cozied up in a nook(a book nook, if you like).I hear papers rustling;Some people still read paper.Voices murmur in muted whispers.The bookcart creaks across floor.There is always work to be done.Hushed laughter indicates pleasureIn a world of words.

Words in books.Numbers to show the way.There is order, here.Dewey liked everything in its own placeAs peaceful as it is upstairs,Downstairs, the squealing, singing and playing tots enjoy the day

Some folks choose magazines,Others head to bestsellers to see what’s #hashtag #trending,Some, to new releases, with old endings.My mind wanders. I wonder:how many books haveever been written? and havethey all been read?Is that even possible? I ponder.There are way too many books to count,Let alone read... and if a book is never read is it still a book?

Anyway,Just hanging out in my library nookTrying to write for 30 minutes.It’s not so hard, surely.Surely, it’s not so easy.

Putting the pen to the paper: This poem was created out of my 30 minute ‘Free Write’ at my local library. I noticed my prose was poem-y, or my poem was prose-y, so I did a quick edit as I inputted the words into the second draft. ** It is still a work in progress.

The One In the Window

In certain slants of light, she lookslike that dude from Metallica (in his younger years).Everything was happening in Hollywood.This ain’t Kansas anymore; it’s real,And my favourite ruby shoeshave a broken heel.I don’t like how it feels.And nobody wants tohave anything to dowith a girl and her guitar.

It occurs to me I’m in a dead trade.I can’t find work so I cant get paid.And it seems to me,Everybody does it all for free.

And you realize, as you roam,that there’s no place like home.But your home is someone else’s couch.And it’s do, or don’t;Not a question of won’t

Truth resonatesThe universe inspirates.Failing to find love and happiness;Falling fully and flailing completely;It’s all in the rewrites.Through it all, you gotta keep on keeping on.

Gummy candy and chocolate;Reeses peanut butter death cups-for a certain population of unlucky souls.Skor, skittles and smartiesAll contribute to my rotting teethies;Airheads, making me anything but smart.

Me and my 3 Musketeers are never lonely.We have each other, until wellAfter Eight. I can't sleep; I've sealed my fate.Sugar buzz, sugar highWhy, I feel like I could flyTo Mars and the Milky Way.​Take a little trip with me!Watch out for the Starburst A sticky, sickly, sweet curse.

Hey, Hubba Bubba,Come, kiss my Hot Cherry Lips!I'm a SweeTart who's into M&Ms and Malteasers,Together, we can take a Fun DipWith liquorice whips:)

Atomic fireballs, bazooka, blow popLife Savers, these are not.More like weapons of slow destruction.They'll rot you from the inside out!

Like a probe to Uranus,the last of the gas giants.Only been visited onceby humanoid technologyand technological spacemenOh, my, what a nice asteroid belt!(Might I interest you in some fuel?)Like a great blob of pizza dough,Every 16 seconds, heated more and more,I'm off-centre and tilted (Story of my life)A whole new speed of space craft and light; Up close and personal.

Hear the sounds of nature along Spencer Creek... What can you hear? What can you see? Or, simply relax and follow the little yellow ball. Taking some time to just chill out is really good for you says all sorts of research out there (just Google it, if you don't believe me!).

It's April; it's National Poetry Writing Month - or, NaPoWriMo, as we poets affectionally call it:) Join me in this venture of creative wordplay; it may just make your day! Check out the official NaPoWriMo2016 website to add your site to the participant's list and get going!

Official NaPoWriMo2016 Prompt:Write a lune. This is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again. Either kind will do, and you can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes.

I turned something I came up with yesterday (in response to something that caught my eye on Facebook), into my Lune poem, using the syllable count pattern of 5-3-5. It might be kind of fun to use the variant of word count 5-3-5. And, I may even attempt to make a poem from scratch, intentionally using this poetic form... Without further ado.... Here is my Day 1 poem:​

Life is Better When You're Laughing

In most cases, youcan either​laugh or you can cry;

Positivityor there isnegativity.

As with many thingsin our life,it is our choice.

You can't alwayshave controlin situations,

But you can control YOURattitudein situations.

​Negativityis extrapunishment for your-

self- not only mightthe shittysituation suck;

A bad attitudemakes it worse,exponentially.

My hubby and Imake this ourlife philosophy...

and people like us, yes, they do!we like each other;

Most importantly,it's true thatwe are happy folks:)

(Original Version)​In most cases,you can either laugh or cry...positivity or negativity...as with most things in life,​it's a choice;you can't always control a situation,but you can control YOU in that situation...negativity is like extra punishment for yourself...not only might the situation suck;it is made exponentially worse by a bad attitude...Hubby and I make this our life philosophy​and people like us, and we like each other, and,​most importantly, we are happy folks:)